Congratulations, liberal Democrats. You won. I wish you all the best.
But I also wish that you suddenly realize that half of the country voted against your candidate. This was not a ringing, overwhelming success. This was decided by about 3 million people.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
NOT Voting for Change
Today I voted against hope.
Today I voted against change.
Today I voted against making history.
Today I voted against Medicare and Medicaid.
Today I voted to make sure that old people eat nothing but Alpo.
Today I voted against sick people getting any type of prescription medicine.
Today I voted to wage war with every other nation-state in the world.
Today I voted as a Conservative Republican.*
*or this is what I voted for if you believe all of the liberal hype
Today I voted against change.
Today I voted against making history.
Today I voted against Medicare and Medicaid.
Today I voted to make sure that old people eat nothing but Alpo.
Today I voted against sick people getting any type of prescription medicine.
Today I voted to wage war with every other nation-state in the world.
Today I voted as a Conservative Republican.*
*or this is what I voted for if you believe all of the liberal hype
Sunday, October 12, 2008
We Didn't Start the Fire
The following events took place between 4:50am and 7:15am.
5:10am: Fire alarms in the hallway go off. Kinda early for the kids to be pulling the alarm. *sniff...sniff* Okay, that smells...chemically. (brain hadn't kicked in yet, chemically was the best I could do)
5:11am: *get up, check apartment for anything left on/plugged in/check for horribleness*
5:12am: *satisfied that it's not our apartment*
5:13am: Oh holy shit, those are fire engine sirens. *jump into a pair of sweats, grab Folder of All Importantness!!!!, check for cats....no cats in sight, sorry kids, Godspeed, leash dogs, grab keys and phone and bag, out the door*
5:14am: *tests the door handle to make sure there's no heat (childhood training pays off), greeted with a hallway full of smoke...and a fireman* "Sir, you have to evacuate the building!" Heading out now!
5:15am-5:20am *Hanging out across the street from the building, rumors abound that the fire was on a floor a few floors below ours. Fire has been contained at this point, now getting the smoke out of the building*
5:30am: Okay boys, we're outside, it's morning, might just as well do the morning walk.
5:30am-6:30am: *Back across the street, hanging out. Receive confirmation on where the fire took place.* Hey boys, let's go see if we can see where it happened!
6:30am-6:45am: Well whaddaya know, we can see the whole burned out apartment, and the scorch marks up the building.
6:45am: *back across the street to original position. Spy the Channel 6 New van, along with bored looking camera man smoking a cigarette with the camera trained on the front door of the apartment building* Hey, just to let you know, the action is around back. If you actually, you know, want to get a shot that has some potential value, go around back. "Really?" Yup. And just so you know, there are two other stations here, and no cameras around back. "Um...do you think I should go back there?"
7:10am: *Everyone save those living on the floor that the fire started on are allowed back in. WM goes back upstairs, opens all of the windows, turns on all of the fans in the attempt to air the place out.*
***
As far as our apartment goes, nothing was damaged, not a lot of smoke, it just smells like there's been something burning in the area. Leaving the fans on today with the windows open should air things out well. The hallways, however, still reek.
!!!! - Yes, I'm aware that that's not a word. But seriously, you should have a folder/container with all of your important information in it that you can just snag and run out of your residence in just this kind of emergency.
5:10am: Fire alarms in the hallway go off. Kinda early for the kids to be pulling the alarm. *sniff...sniff* Okay, that smells...chemically. (brain hadn't kicked in yet, chemically was the best I could do)
5:11am: *get up, check apartment for anything left on/plugged in/check for horribleness*
5:12am: *satisfied that it's not our apartment*
5:13am: Oh holy shit, those are fire engine sirens. *jump into a pair of sweats, grab Folder of All Importantness!!!!, check for cats....no cats in sight, sorry kids, Godspeed, leash dogs, grab keys and phone and bag, out the door*
5:14am: *tests the door handle to make sure there's no heat (childhood training pays off), greeted with a hallway full of smoke...and a fireman* "Sir, you have to evacuate the building!" Heading out now!
5:15am-5:20am *Hanging out across the street from the building, rumors abound that the fire was on a floor a few floors below ours. Fire has been contained at this point, now getting the smoke out of the building*
5:30am: Okay boys, we're outside, it's morning, might just as well do the morning walk.
5:30am-6:30am: *Back across the street, hanging out. Receive confirmation on where the fire took place.* Hey boys, let's go see if we can see where it happened!
6:30am-6:45am: Well whaddaya know, we can see the whole burned out apartment, and the scorch marks up the building.
6:45am: *back across the street to original position. Spy the Channel 6 New van, along with bored looking camera man smoking a cigarette with the camera trained on the front door of the apartment building* Hey, just to let you know, the action is around back. If you actually, you know, want to get a shot that has some potential value, go around back. "Really?" Yup. And just so you know, there are two other stations here, and no cameras around back. "Um...do you think I should go back there?"
7:10am: *Everyone save those living on the floor that the fire started on are allowed back in. WM goes back upstairs, opens all of the windows, turns on all of the fans in the attempt to air the place out.*
***
As far as our apartment goes, nothing was damaged, not a lot of smoke, it just smells like there's been something burning in the area. Leaving the fans on today with the windows open should air things out well. The hallways, however, still reek.
!!!! - Yes, I'm aware that that's not a word. But seriously, you should have a folder/container with all of your important information in it that you can just snag and run out of your residence in just this kind of emergency.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Who Gives a Shit?
So Tina Fey does a good Sarah Palin impression. Great, that's what that type of comedienne does. At the same time, this is not genius stuff here, folks. Dana Carvey, Frank Caliendo and countless others (male and female) have done politicians before, and better.
Frankly, Tina Fey, and Sarah Palin, are so overrated it's not funny.
Frankly, Tina Fey, and Sarah Palin, are so overrated it's not funny.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Troubles in Teacher Town
So, I've been in my teaching position for a month. I have five preps - Civics, World History, US History, Religion, and Geography. I've been given a great deal of independence with my Religion course, so its official name has become "World Religions and Christian Theology." The first semester is devoted to a comparative survey of world religions, while the second semester is a study in the history of Christianity and the beliefs thereof. I've the same group of students for World History that I have for the Religion course, so it works out well.
The trouble, you ask? The fact that these students are not prepared for any sort of academic rigor at all. Progress reports go out tomorrow morning, and save for a scant handful of exceptions, every single one of my students has lower than a C in their respective courses, with most in the D range. While not unusual, it still bugs a bit. Most have the potential to understand the material; the cause of almost all of their poor grades is a lack of study skills. I've given them suggestions, I've given them lists. I'm not there with them at home, so I've done all I can do.
However, when every single student in a class fails a test...fails it in a big way, not just barely fail, I become a bit troubled. Well, maybe not troubled. Just pissed off.
The trouble, you ask? The fact that these students are not prepared for any sort of academic rigor at all. Progress reports go out tomorrow morning, and save for a scant handful of exceptions, every single one of my students has lower than a C in their respective courses, with most in the D range. While not unusual, it still bugs a bit. Most have the potential to understand the material; the cause of almost all of their poor grades is a lack of study skills. I've given them suggestions, I've given them lists. I'm not there with them at home, so I've done all I can do.
However, when every single student in a class fails a test...fails it in a big way, not just barely fail, I become a bit troubled. Well, maybe not troubled. Just pissed off.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Thought for the Day
Liberals are only interested in free speech so long as you agree with them. As soon as you disagree with them, out comes the censorship.
Yeah, some of the so-called conservatives in government are complete clowns. Guess what? I'm not them, so take your self-righteous liberalism and go bother someone who isn't smarter than you are.
In the immortal words of Stan Lee, " 'nuff said."
Yeah, some of the so-called conservatives in government are complete clowns. Guess what? I'm not them, so take your self-righteous liberalism and go bother someone who isn't smarter than you are.
In the immortal words of Stan Lee, " 'nuff said."
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Lesson Planning
Exciting Saturday night: working on formal lesson plans for the next couple of weeks. I've the syllabus for my classes complete, so I know what we're doing when. These are the plans I have to turn in each Monday with all of the NJ standards and benchmarks, etc.
You're jealous. You know you are.
"Let us tenderly and kindly cherish, therefore, the means of knowledge. Let us dare to read, think, speak, and write." - John Adams
You're jealous. You know you are.
"Let us tenderly and kindly cherish, therefore, the means of knowledge. Let us dare to read, think, speak, and write." - John Adams
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